Monday, September 16, 2019
Monday, May 27, 2019
Bankrupt of gravity befitting the day
with a gathered throng in full view
Did you not struggle with dismay?
No precedent was set, you made-believe,
just her quirky humors misfiring again.
Best at this point no offense to percieve
good practice anyway to cover her sin.
She meant no ill, your gracious thought,
casting aside with her oversight
the pang of regret, the jolting doubt,
foreshadowing hurts she will inflict.
Nobly you played the hand you got
and dignified the choice you made.
Lastly you embraced your happy lot
and made of that lemon lemonade.
Thursday, May 2, 2019
Friday, March 1, 2019
Who longs for days long past
when strange hearts felt their way
in pitch darkness for each other?
And awkward silence tantalized
and jokes veered into explanations
before humor was identified,
and highstrung anxiety prevailed
for sheer zeal to impress,
and onlooking sceptics who
at the time sounded right,
and touch rescued the dumbstruck
sparing language the expenditure.
How did we even survive?